A superb set of linked stories, spoiled only by the second person pov which I have grown weary of, so early noughties (this was published in 2002), and maybe some slightly unlikely images (the washing powder ontop of the machines in one). I will do a proper review just as soon as I can find the book - I put it down somewhere in the house and now can't find it - I suspect my daughter has it. I did find 'Day' though which I will get back to next (after Winesburg, Ohio), and I will get back to this review soon too. Bit hectic at the mo...
I promised to get back to this, and I want to endorse it further - this book is a great selection of stories and I thought the linking of the serial killer story, in reverse order so that we go back from his trial to the story of one of his victims, brilliantly done. There are other binding features too - the jokes that have no punchlines, the group of skateboarders that hang around in each story. Nancy lee is great on sexual prompts and desires and fetishes (the first story has a character that likes half strangling his partner), she is a fine observer (eg the birth description in the title story: her mucuosy slide from your body... the tiny almost imperceptible sound her mouth made as it opened and closed). The exuberant East where two women move across the city in their minivan getting increasingly drunk and drugged and end up cavorting in the mud outside the state prison (inside which sits the serial killer) is a joyous piece of writing.
As I say my only problem was the second person pov but then I recently realised one of my favourite novels of the 80s was written in second person: 'The Sound of My Voice'. It can work very well, but sometimes feels like a gimmick, and you (see what I did there) wonder whether s/he or I would have served just as well.